“He's sleeping. Don’t worry. He won’t die from consuming too much alcohol. His body already got used to it,” Henry told me when he saw me waiting outside Daemon’s room.
“Drunkard,” she can’t help but complain. “At the rate he’s going, I’ll be widowed for a year. That would be a good thing, you know.”
Henry just shrugged and walked past her.
“Hey, wait. Henry, can I ask you something?”
He stopped and waited for her to ask. “Did he really love Devon? I mean, did he love me?”
She swore that she saw something crossed his eyes but he must be an expert in hiding his feelings because he quickly concealed it. “I don’t know. We have a different definition of that word, Devon. Only you can tell after you remember everything. Goodnight.”
“What is wrong with the people here? Not one of them ans
